Do you know how much it takes
just to say, “It’s okay”?
How many questions I swallow,
how much rage I fold into silence,
how much irritation I bury so deep
it almost feels like it isn’t there.
Just to say, “It’s okay.”
Because what choice do I really have?
Do I?
So yes,
I’ll be okay.
I’ll always be okay.
Or at least—
I’ll make it look that way.
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Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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I really like this. I can understand where you're coming from because I'm right there with you, feeling the same way.
I am so sorry for what you are going through but I wish you healing and may you find someone who just stays and gets you without a question.....
Indeed the perfunctory answer okay is expected and when not given others really don't want to know. And so we go on our way saying we are okay even when we are not. A poignant write
Indeed, we don't have a choice anyway.....
But we do it, we say it. Do some folks really want to know how we are? And do we really want everyone to know? It can be a brush-off, and intended to be, if we just say to some folks who we may not know very well 'I'm Okay'.
Sometimes it's too hard put into words and we can't say a word even in front of people we would have wanted to tell everything. Sometimes it just feels to stupid to be bothered about. Sometimes it is the constraints of time and sometimes constraints of our hearts. So it only ends up with "I will be okay"
Erm you okay now?! (heehee).
Lol yeah am okay. Thanks (^///^)
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